Page:Five Russian plays and one Ukrainian.pdf/30

8

My medicines I vary at

The rich man’s house and proletariat;

But there’s no need to be obscure,

I only care, but do not cure.

And grind the poor I never did,

O God forbid, O God forbid!

For wealth from him who’d scrape any?

You take his only ha’penny.

fly medicines I vary at

The rich man’s house and proletariat;

But there’s no need to be obscure,

I only care but do not cure.

Good-day, my dear Harlequin. What’s the matter with you?


 * That’s for you to judge.


 * You’re quite right. (In Pierrot's ear.) There’s never any need to contradict a patient. (To Harlequin.) Temperature been taken?

(shaking his hand): Don’t inquire!


 * How do you feel?


 * An attack.


 * Of coughing?


 * Of laughing.